Send 'Er Down Hughie! - Slim Dusty

Oh the radio tells me it's raining

But that I can see for myself

And they tell me a cyclone is coming

Oh I surely could do with some help

This little old shovel I'm holding

Looks puney beside this old Mac

She's down to the diff and still going

And there's only more mud up the track

Oh I've reved and I've rocked and reversed it

Oh I've dug at the mud on the wheels

I've kicked and I've swore and I've cursed it

And to the good Lord I've appealed

But the line up to heaven aint open

I've a feeling I'm not getting through

I'll just have to lighten the load

One carton of stubies should do

Oh I wonder if ever they'd miss it

One carton from all of those tons

But I bet you they'd be asking where is it

And licking their dry dusty tongues

Oh I can picture those miners all dying

Of thirst in that drought stricken town

While here in the mud I've been trying

Striving to put the booze down

And in each of these stubbies I empty

I insert a small note of distress

And cast it adrift in the gully

An SOS out of the west

How many days have I languished

Here in this swamp called a road

While in my dispair and my anguish

I've been working at lighting the load

Perhaps some old fisherman casting

His line on the Barrier Reef

Will see all these stubbies go past him

And come sailing up to my relief

And won't we all have such a booze up

The best ever seen on this road

But I doubt if they ever will choose us

To carry their next flaming load

So good health to the sand flies and skeeters

Good luck to that solmen old frog

Oh I'm damned if this rain's going to beat me

Thank hell for this truck load of grog

Oh send her down Huey you beauty

You got the right knack of doing it now

All my sorrows have drowned well and truly

And there's plenty more booze to put down

Ah it's lomesome ah ha